"And it's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there"The Grateful Dead
she mewed monotonously
that kitten - sated
seated at our feet
Grateful Dead playing
alongside her lost-and-found dirge
about a cardboard discard
outdoors, out of luck,
I left her in place of us
pitter-pattering feet
pitiless rain
packing one strong box
- all my earthly goods
De’s quadrille prompt: Thinkin’ inside the box – and since it’s somewhat belated, this one belongs in the Imaginary Garden too
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